JERRY WOLKOFF BLOG-IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY SON STEVEN NATHANIEL WOLKOFF, MY FATHER SAMUEL WOLKOFF, AND ALL THE OTHER VICTIMS OF INJUSTICE, EVIL IN THIS WORLD.THEY DIMINISH YOUR RIGHTS,THEN THEY DIMINISH YOUR EXISTENCE, THEN THEY LIE ABOUT IT, SAY YOU NEVER EXISTED, AND THE PROBLEM IS PEOPLE FORGET THE SUFFERING THAT LASTS FOREVER, NEVER KNOW THE TRUTH BY WHOSE HANDS, OR HOW YOU WERE KILLED.

Monday, February 18, 2013

I am contacted by people who want me to write about their personal tragic situations as victims. Everyone wants their nightmare of reality to be told so that others can bear witness to the injustices that have been wrought on them. It is impossible for me to put each of their story's on this Blog but I do answer each of them providing whatever resources I can help with.Sometimes I receive a particular story that begs to be written and often it is something that the media has either completely ignored or gives it a small space in its format.

The abnormal has become the new normal, and barely an eyebrow is raised when injustice, even the killing of innocent victims, or some other tragic event takes place.

Often there is nothing particular uncommon about the horrific callousness, incompetence, killing or just plain cruel indifferent, stupidity on the part of those who practice their evil, as a "normal" example of the manner in which they dispose, like used toilet paper, the lives of innocent victims and their families.This is one of those stories that show again the ugly reality that has consumed an America without a soul, where a human life is worthless, compassion no longer exists, and that it is acceptable behavior for most Americans who hide in denial dismissing the horrors of their fellow citizens by thinking, "it only happens to someone else, not me or my loved ones".

It will take you 10 seconds or less to sign this families petition below. Have the common decency to take that time and simply provide some support for what happened to their loved one. If it happened to them, it can also happen to you.

This is about Durand Ford Sr. who died due to "breathing problems" on January 1, 2013. Ford Sr. died 13 days short of his 72nd birthday,
according to his obituary in the Washington Post. He was an Air Force
veteran and worked as an "advisory neighborhood commissioner" in D.C.'s
Ward 7.

Or did Durand Ford Sr. really die because 'It
turns out that on New Year's Eve, nearly one third of D.C.'s firefighters
called in sick, meaning ambulances sat empty in fire stations".

REST IN PEACE

You call an ambulance
for an ailing family member. It takes a long time to get there. Your
family member dies. You receive a bill for the ambulance. Sound
impossible? That’s exactly what happened according to NBC News on Feb. 9.

"Jerry -

This past New Year's Eve was one of the worst nights of my life. That's the night my father died waiting for an ambulance that never came.

Around 1 a.m.,
my father was having trouble breathing, so I called 911. The nearest
fire station is just one mile from our house in DC, at most a 5 minute
drive. Firefighters arrived in just ten minutes, but no ambulance.

I
watched my father struggle to stay alive as we waited for Emergency
Medical Services. And waited. And waited.

The ambulance that finally came 40 minutes later wasn't even from DC -- it had to come from another state entirely. By the time it arrived, my father was already dead.

So why did my father die waiting for an ambulance when there's a fire station just a mile from our house?

It
turns out that on New Year's Eve, nearly one third of DC's firefighters
called in sick, meaning ambulances sat empty in fire stations.

Long
response times are a huge problem for ambulances, firefighters and
police in cities all over America. The DC fire department needs to see
that it can't just let my father die and then take my family's money.

My father
was only 72 years old, a retired Air Force Veteran. He did not have to
die on New Year's night. And my family certainly shouldn't be charged
money for the reason he did.

The records show that the 911 call was made at 1:25 a.m. A fire truck from DC Fire & EMS
arrived nine minutes later, but an ambulance was not available. DC fire
did not call Prince George’s County for assistance until 1:47 a.m.An
ambulance was dispatched from Oxon Hill, MARYLAND, to Ford’s home in Southeast
Washington one minute later. It arrived at 1:58 a.m. Durand Ford Sr.
was dead.Durand Ford Sr. died before the
emergency vehicle arrived 33 minutes later, NBC Washington reports. The
younger Ford said he was "angry" and "disturbed" over being billed.

Durand Ford Jr., of Washington, D.C., and his family was grieving, now they are seething. Ford has now received a $780.85 bill from District of Columbia Fire & EMS for the ambulance he had called
Jan. 1 to treat his father.

Obviously, there is a major management dysfunction that occurred within the Washington, D.C. Fire and EMS Department. It happens all the time in most cities across America but we just don't hear about it most of the time.

Ironically, as often happens in these situations, there is no management difficulty in billing the victim for the incompetence of the "system" that has harmed them. It doesn't take much brains to anticipate that emergency workers, as many other types of employees, call in "sick" way above the the average amount during certain holidays, especially New Years Eve, as happened in this case. It happens in Washington, D.C. and other places every year, and extra staff are as a matter of standard operating procedure called in to insure that there is proper coverage.

Everyone has their health care nightmare stories, unfortunately
this man lost his life. His son needs to tell this company to go pound
sand over their bogus bill.

The above tragedy is a casualty of not caring enough about our own citizens to protect our lives. This is a time in America where our Congress incessantly claims it has no money to fund the crumbling infrastructure we live in and depend on, to save our lives.

At the same time bureaucrats fall all over themselves by using this as an excuse to save money, consolidate services to dangerously low levels, cheat, lie, kill us by indifference, steal, and bull shit their way through not being responsible about their sworn duties to protect the public.

The truth is that charity should start at home.

Besides the enormous "pork barrel" domestic special interest waste of money that is pocketed by politicians and their cronies, we also have the albatross of Foreign Aid. Sure Foreign Aid is essential if we are to remain a world leader. But there is huge waste and stealing of billions of our dollars by the governments of foreign nations.

The Congressional Research Service released a report last month which shows that in 2010 the U.S. handed out a total
of $1.4bn to 16 foreign countries that held at least $10bn in Treasury
securities.

Four countries in the world's top 10 richest received foreign aid last
year with China receiving $27.2m, India $126.6m, Brazil $25m, and Russia
$71.5m.

Mexico also received $316.7m and Egypt $255.7m.

And yet despite the massive outgoings in foreign aid, the receiving countries hold trillions of dollars in U.S. Treasury bonds.

If countries can afford to buy our debt, perhaps they can also afford to fund OUR desperate needs for assistance programs in America so that the United States can have enough funds to help it's own citizens stay alive.

It's not about blaming Obama care, not about the middle class or the poor in our Country needing to suffer more cuts in the services provided to us, and it is certainly NOT about budget deficits caused by Social Security, Medicare, and other false diversionary reasons that have no credence, except to polarize people.

Your life and those of your loved ones mean absolutely nothing to those in positions of power. Stop being manipulated into believing the horse shit propaganda that you
are being fed by the politicians and the phony media talking heads.

Face the FUCKING TRUTH! It's about waste, corruption, and mismanagement by those who pull the strings of our "leaders" to suit their own insatiable, inhuman, financial and political greed.

Friday, February 8, 2013

This article speaks the truth. Neither attempts to standardize the so-called stages of grief nor construct ("term") limits apply to most people. Each person's grief journey is different and "normal' for their particular situation "You don't get over it. You get through it". Anyone, whether a Professional or lay person who attempts to "judge" or label those who experience grief by intellectual categories, words that tie everything up neatly, does a disservice to those who grieve, by not understanding the permanent forever pain when we lose a loved one, especially a child.

"Recently at a
cocktail party, I met a woman whose husband had died about four years
ago. She mentioned him a lot. Not monologues, but frequent references to
him — things he’d said, jokes he’d made, his foibles, his likes and
dislikes. Some of it was in the past tense and some in the present.
Theirs had been a long marriage — over 30 years — and clearly it was
still going on.

Here’s another story.

A woman I know, also happily married for many
decades, was devastated by her husband’s death from cancer. A year
later, though still missing her husband, she was surprised to find
herself falling deeply in love with an old family friend.

Grief is a lot weirder than we think. It doesn’t follow a logical
course or conform to any predictable timetable. Yet we persist in making
comments about how other people are doing it. And worse, we are
constantly, secretly convinced that because our own grief doesn’t
proceed according to our expectations, we must be doing it wrong.

It’s time to get over it. Time to move on. Time to get on with your
life. We say these things to and about one another all the time. And we
say them to ourselves.

“I don’t seem to be able to get over this,” a friend said of her father’s suicide, which happened just over a year ago.“That’s because it’s so recent,” I said. She looked relieved — oh, good, someone got it, she wasn’t crazy —
and dismayed: She’d been hoping that maybe it would be over soon.

Like a lot of other people, I was appalled when I read about the
American Psychiatric Association’s proposal to identify something called
“complicated grief disorder” — intense, acute grief that persists for
more than about six months after bereavement. The rationale is that
since most people get over a death in six months (um, excuse me, but who
are these people?), the new diagnosis would allow people who struggle
with prolonged grief to get treatment. “Get treatment” presumably means
“get insurance to pay for treatment.” Do we really need to pathologize
grief and stigmatize mourners in order to pierce the obtuse heart (or
heartlessness) of an insurance company?

I asked a psychiatrist to translate the term “intense, acute grief.”
He said, “Miss Havisham.” I understood: One end of the spectrum would be
someone like the Dickens character, jilted by her fiancé, who spends
her life in her tattered, yellowed wedding dress, brooding over the
rotten remains of the wedding feast and grieving her lost love by
punishing everyone else.

But every grief is different, just as every death and every mourner
is different. When my father killed himself in 1991, I sort of kept
functioning, and I sort of didn’t. I took care of my son, kept the house
going, met my writing deadlines. I also stopped sleeping. I gained 30
pounds. I was numb, and it went on for years. It wouldn’t have helped to
be told I had a disorder, or to have what I was feeling labeled as
“complicated grief.” I knew damn well it was complicated. I didn’t need
anyone judging how long it was taking me to get over it. What I needed
was the people — including the psychiatrist — who said, “Of course.”

When my mother died four years ago, after a long illness, the grief
was different. It was hard and sad, but it felt straightforward: I
missed her.

We shouldn’t pathologize grief; we should let it be whatever it is. I
look around at friends who’ve had losses, and I see how long, and how
powerfully, many continue to feel grief years later. It doesn’t mean
that they’re paralyzed and not going on with their lives. But it does
mean that grief can be a continuing presence.

Grief is unpredictable, widely variable, inconsistent. It’s weird
because it’s supposed to be weird. We don’t cry when we think we ought
to. We keep crying when we think we should be done. We watch the Red Sox
game the night after the funeral. We don’t change the sheets for a
month. We tell the junk man to take everything. We save an old voice
mail for years.

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